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"Hehe, if you are willing, I don't mind giving you time to recover." With his current strength, he naturally knew that Yi Feng had consumed a great deal of his Zhen Qi. Even if Yi Feng was at his peak, he would definitely not be able to take six moves from him.

"Humph, no need, just give me a try." Yi Feng's black hair moved without any wind. His white robe fluttered as the Zhen Qi within his body started to circulate, dispersing the battling space. The battling space consumed too much Zhen Qi and the opponent was a Xiantian master, so the battling space was of little use to him.

With a wave of his hand, he caused all of his subordinates to retreat. The black mist in front of Hall Master Dan became even more violent as an icy cold aura slowly spread out. A sinister voice rang out: "Heh heh, I am about to begin my attack."

Feeling the cold Qi around him, Yi Feng's heart sank as the circulation of his Zhen Qi started to slow down. This was the first time that Yi Feng had encountered such a situation, so he did not change his expression.

"Eh?" He could feel that the cold yin aura inside Yi Feng's body had disappeared in an instant. This was his unique secret technique, generally speaking, before facing an enemy, it would restrict the flow of the other party's Zhen Qi to a certain extent. He did not know what method Yi Feng used to eliminate the cold yin aura coming out of his body, but this did not affect his next attack.

It did not dissipate, but instead condensed into a physical entity. In the end, under the control of the pavilion master, the three palm imprints attacked Yi Feng from three different directions, attacking his vital parts from three different directions. The pressure exuded was extremely terrifying, each of the palm imprints was at least a full powered attack from a grandmaster.

Yi Feng's expression changed. If this man could unleash such a terrifying strike, then the remaining five attacks would be even more powerful. Without even thinking about it, Yi Feng drew a white rune in front of him and said, "Scatter."

The eight inscriptions formed a white light curtain around Yi Feng's body, protecting him. Yi Feng had even set up several restrictions around him. The attacks of the three grandmasters were not that easy to deal with.

Almost at the same time, three sonic booms rang out. Yi Feng's white light barrier had been penetrated, and the restrictions in front of him had been destroyed. However, the power of the three palm strikes had decreased.

Yi Feng's hands formed into palms and struck out three times, clashing with the three palm attacks. His face turned pale as he retreated a few steps, blood dripping from his mouth.

"Hmm, not bad. A Medial Grade Martial Master only suffered a little injury from this attack and is worthy of being proud of. However, this is only a casual blow. You should be careful next." The man in black nodded slightly, praising Yi Feng.

Yi Feng wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. With the spear in his hand and with his mind focused, his next attack would become fiercer and fiercer. Even Yi Feng himself would not have much hope for this attack, but even if he were to die in battle, Yi Feng would not retreat.

He casually pointed at Yi Feng's chest and pressed down. It seemed as if there was no power behind it, but Yi Feng's expression changed as he thrust the long spear into the ground, his hand trembling strangely. His speed was extremely fast, and his palm shadows were constantly on the move, so Yi Feng did not use this move at all, the second movement of the Wandering Cloud Palm.

Since Yi Feng was used to using long spears, he rarely used his Wandering Cloud Palm. However, that did not mean that Yi Feng did not practice his Wandering Cloud Palm. Unless in times of crisis, Yi Feng would not easily reveal his trump card.

When the black robed man saw Yi Feng's palm strike, he chuckled and pressed his finger on Yi Feng's palm. With a bang, Yi Feng's body shot backwards, blood flowing from his mouth. He was obviously injured.

"Not bad, not bad. Interesting. Come on, let's do the third move." The black-robed man laughed out loud. This sort of destructive behavior made him extremely excited. His body moved like a shadow, and he pressed down with his finger once again.

However, the attack of the person in black had arrived, and the finger was even sharper than before. With a loud shout, a white ball appeared in his hand, the ball of restrictions gifted by Jian Yun. Countless restrictions were instantly released, forming a wall of restrictions on Yi Feng's chest.

Jian Yun was a Sky Breaking Expert. How could the ball made by him be anything ordinary? The barrier wall completely deflected the black-robed figure's attack, but the barrier ball dimmed by several points. It was obvious that it would not be able to be used for a short period of time.

"Three moves are over. You can leave now." The black robed man chuckled, and did not continue the fourth strike.

"Hmph, I'll take these three hits on behalf of Shan'er. I hope that you won't make things difficult for her again. There are still three more hits." Yi Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, the true qi within his body was almost exhausted. He was afraid that he would die in battle here today.

"Naturally, I will keep my word. I didn't expect that you would have so many life-saving treasures. Hehe, the fourth move." He didn't even give Yi Feng a chance to catch his breath. A short sword appeared in the black-robed man's hand. Its blade was jet-black with spikes on it, as he slashed it towards Yi Feng at a terrifying speed.

In fact, the black-robed man was sure that Yi Feng would receive the following three strikes, so the first three strikes were just for fun. If he wanted to slowly kill Yi Feng, then killing him with a palm would be meaningless.

Yi Feng did not take out the blood. If the black robed man knew that he possessed such a high level weapon, even if he took six moves, he would still not be able to survive. Killing people for their treasures was a common occurrence, not to mention it was for the Emperor level weapon.

A small ball of zhen qi half a meter in diameter instantly appeared at the tip of Yi Feng's spear. With a loud roar, the long spear chopped at the man in black, blocking the attack.

"Too slow." The black robed man shook his head as his silhouette disappeared. Yi Feng's Astral Tempest dissipated, appearing right beside him. He then whispered, "Heh heh, not bad at all. To still be able to unleash an attack of this level at such a time."

The black dagger instantly pierced through Yi Feng's left shoulder, and with a pfft sound, blood spurted out. The black dagger instantly passed through Yi Feng's left shoulder, and with a pfft, blood spurted out, and the entire left shoulder was penetrated.

Yi Feng saw the short sword pierce his left shoulder but had no power to resist. His body fell to the ground with a thud as blood flowed uncontrollably. One must know that the black robed man's short sword was riddled with spikes, and his wound was deformed and difficult to heal.

Originally seeing Yi Feng take the first three blows, Lin Shan was slightly relieved. Seeing Yi Feng's body on the ground and bleeding profusely, Lin Shan flashed and appeared beside Yi Feng. She supported the teenager and said softly, "Are you alright? Leave the next two moves to me."

"Hehe, it's fine. It's just a sword thrust, so step back." Yi Feng pushed Lin Shan away, then looked at the man in black and said in a stern voice, "Let me see your fifth move."

"Tsk tsk, it's been a long time since I've been this happy. Relax, I won't let you die so easily." If Yi Feng were to die, that sword would have pierced through his heart.

Lin Shan's beautiful eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the young man in white. She could not help but recall the young man's fight at the Yuan Dan arena. His back was still as firm as ever.

Yi Feng's eyes were ice-cold. This person was torturing him, trying to make him die slowly, but he would not do as he wished. The long spear slowly revolved, and with every thrust, the air around him fluctuated crazily.

This time, Yi Feng prepared to take the initiative to attack, to passively take the attack, to be killed without a doubt, to take the initiative to attack, and perhaps even have a chance of survival. With a cold snort, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared in Yi Feng's eyes, and he suddenly looked towards the black-robed man.

The moment the black robed man saw Yi Feng's pupils, his body froze. A loud bang sounded in his head and he lost his consciousness. However, this only lasted for a moment before he reacted. However, behind the black mist, his pupils shrank.

A black spear suddenly appeared in front of him. White lightning twined around the tip of the spear. It instantly broke through the black mist and pierced towards the black-cloaked person's chest.

In a battle between two experts, if one was to lose his or her consciousness for a split-second, there was an extremely high chance of losing his or her life. Furthermore, all of this was in Yi Feng's calculations, and Yi Feng had even used the power of lightning in his body, all for the sake of this one killing blow. He was not clear on the use of the black mist in front of the person in black, but the power of lightning should be able to restrain the black mist, and seeing that the spear was about to pierce through the person in black, Yi Feng's body suddenly flew out, spitting out blood.

"Hmph, you're courting death." Black Robe appeared where Yi Feng was standing a moment ago, his voice was cold. Yi Feng's attack just now had almost taken his life. If he hadn't used a secret technique to move his body, he would have been lying on the ground by now.

Yi Feng's body lay on the ground, twitching slightly. He was obviously heavily injured. The tip of his long black spear had a trace of blood on it. It seemed that the attack just now had hit the black-robed man, or at least cut his skin.

Yi Feng's pupils disappeared. His eyes dimmed and he spat out fresh blood. He tried to get up several times, but failed. This time, he suffered heavy injuries.

The clothes in front of Yi Feng's chest were torn apart. Just now, the black robed man had struck his chest and the entire Qi tornado had stopped circulating. His zhen qi was already exhausted and it was impossible for him to continue battling.

"Yi Feng." Lin Shan let out a soft cry and came to Yi Feng's side. She held Yi Feng in her arms, the tears in her eyes could not stop as she poured her true qi into Yi Feng's body.

"Cough cough. Haha, it's fine. Don't worry about me." Yi Feng coughed out a few times, and was covered in blood. However, he still wore a smile on his face.

"Is it worth it for me?" Lin Shan was sobbing, but she did not take off her veil.

"Aren't you willing to enter the Nether Tomb for me?" Yi Feng smiled. He was not a fool. Lin Shan appearing in the Nether Tomb must be related to him.

"Hehe, at this time, you still have time to talk about love. Who else is going to receive this blow?" The black-robed man laughed in a strange manner. He liked to see this sort of scene, so his warped state of mind was even more pleasurable.

"Allow me." She could not let Yi Feng get injured again, if not, Yi Feng would definitely die.